With every item of clothing she helped Amber adjust the clothes for a better fit. Natasha’s hands lingered on Amber’s ass a bit longer than usual,...and I noticed her lick her lips several times. "Amber, show Natasha how thankful you are for her help. Lick her pussy." I ordered. "Natasha, stand here so Amber can thank you." Natasha’s eyes went wide at my request, "Sir, I cannot let you do that, someone may come over!" While Natasha protested, Keira and I stood back watching Amber walk over and. What is this? What happened?" You are safe within this realm. Safer than most, anyway." She replied."Safety is relative to the level of physical danger present." Another childish voice whispered, from the opposite direction of the last."Okay, I've had about enough of this. Show yourself if you want to talk to me." I said into the darkness, now getting angry.Just as I requested, she obliged. Almost as if walking through a sheet of black, she appeared before me, a thing of beauty. Her skin had. Great. Just great. Reaching a hand up, she wiped the bald side of her head off. Maybe she could pick up a silly hat with the name of a local sports team while they were here."This way!" Ken indicated they should turn right at the intersection. Mel's eyes flicked around. There were few cars, little walking traffic. This wasn't a good neighborhood. Not enough rubble, or burned out doorways. No cover, should the feces hit the spinning blades. Now, home ... home was someplace where you could always. I did all I could to keep that thing in shells. 8x58 was the shell size. I still remember. When kids these days see a deer they think 'Bambi!' I thought, 'venison!' I got pretty good at hunting them, too.On that farm I learned to weld, replace bearings, cut and thread pipe, rebuild diesel and gas engines, you name it. I remember getting a big box of old sticks (welding rods) at an auction for fifty cents. I took them home and started working on our old plow, adding metal to the blades then.